Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 592 Miwako Sato’s Promise

Officer Megure stepped into the room, the wrinkles on his forehead more obvious in the dim light. The gun smoke in the room seemed to still be swirling in the air. A pistol was lying on the floor, and a man in black clothes was lying on the floor in an awkward shape. The injuries on his face were so serious that he could not be identified. His chest rose and fell slightly, indicating that he was still alive. one breath

Officer Megure frowned and knelt down to check the man's condition, carefully avoiding his injured area. He shook his head and immediately waved to the accompanying police officers: "Quickly, take him to the hospital. Pay attention to his cervical spine. He may have serious internal injuries."

Then, he turned to Fujiwara and looked at it in amazement. "Brother Fujiwara, are you okay? Now we need you to cooperate with us in recording what happened." After Memu finished speaking, the pen in his hand was ready.

Although Fujiwara looked calm, his expression could not hide his fatigue. He nodded, took a deep breath, and recalled the situation just now.

Originally, he planned to interrogate this person's relationship with Shi Kaobing first, but the other party kept insisting on it, seemingly not wanting to say anything. In order not to expose his previous meeting with Pu Siqinglan, Fujiwara could only let this person stay forever. Speechless.

Outside the room, Conan, Ran and Mouri Kogoro gathered at the door, with varying degrees of shock on their faces. Mouri Kogoro clenched his arms and pursed his lips, obviously unhappy with this unexpected violence. Lan covered her mouth, her shock was palpable, and she whispered softly: "This is too scary. Fortunately, Brother Xinghai is fine."

"Well, it doesn't look like anything serious. That kid is really lucky."

Conan stood aside and looked at Fujiwara with complicated eyes.

In other words, he strongly suspected that Fujiwara had deliberately lured the prisoner out.

Officer Megure listened to Fujiwara's narration, occasionally nodding, occasionally frowning, and quickly jotting down bits and pieces in the notebook with a pen. His eyes sometimes looked at Fujiwara, and sometimes fell on the notebook in his hand, confirming that every detail recorded was accurate.

With the slight sound of Officer Megure closing his notebook, he raised his eyes from the page and said in a slightly slower tone, "Brother Fujiwara, go and rest first... Just leave the rest to us."

Officer Megure's figure disappeared behind the door, and the air in the room seemed to flow with his departure. Mouri Kogoro's brows finally relaxed, his arms slowly lowered, and the tension in his shoulders dissipated. He walked towards Fujiwara and patted him heavily on the shoulder. Kogoro's eyes revealed a hint of complicated emotions.

"It's great that you're safe and sound."

Lan walked closer, her worries lingering around Fujiwara like an invisible veil. She stretched out her hands as if she wanted to grab something, but also seemed afraid of coming into contact with Fujiwara's pain.

"Brother Xinghai, are you okay?"

Fujiwara shook his head and smiled to comfort Lan: "Don't worry, I was just scratched when I was dodging the gun. I'm fine. Thank you, Lan."

Conan looked at Fujiwara, was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Brother Fujiwara, did you know that you would be targeted last night, so you said those strange words..."

"Conan, are you overthinking it? If I had known that I would be targeted by a killer with a gun, I would never dare to sleep alone."

"Oh, really? That's right." Although there were many doubts, Conan didn't think that an empty-handed person would never take the initiative to provoke a killer with a gun. This would be tantamount to death.

"But Brother Fujiwara is fine, it's really great."

After everything was done, it was almost dawn. After the ship docked at Tokyo Port, Fujiwara was driving his motorcycle to go back, but Officer Megure refused to let Fujiwara ride on the grounds that he could not drive while fatigued. He also asked Miwako Sato, who came to support, to give him a ride. He goes back. "I can still hold on, Officer Megure." Fujiwara tried to maintain a calm tone.

Officer Megure was unmoved and looked back at Fujiwara with firm eyes, "Driving in this state is irresponsible to you and others. Needless to say, Officer Sato will send you back. Mr. Sato, come here one time."

Miwako Sato had finished her conversation with her colleagues. After hearing Megure's words, she smiled brightly at Fujiwara and put her arm around his shoulders, as if they had been comrades for many years.

"No need to trouble you, I can just take a taxi myself."

"Farewell, mother-in-law, let me take you back... Go and have a rest early..." There was a firmness and a hint of playfulness in her voice that could not be denied.

"Officer Sato." Fujiwara, who was very uncomfortable with Sato Miwako's move, was hugged and pulled away by the other party, so he waved goodbye to Xiaolan and others.

After getting in the car, Fujiwara looked at Miwako helplessly and said, "Thank you, Officer Sato."

Miwako Sato suddenly became serious and interrupted Fujiwara, "You are so verbose. Besides, who among us is following whom? Also, did I warn you? In private, you can just call me Sato or Miwako."

"Okay then, S...Miwako, please excuse me."

Miwako started the car, and the wind outside the car window brought fresh air. The soft sunshine shone on them, and the streets of Tokyo gradually came to life.

Tokyo's morning light shines mottledly on Fujiwara's face through the car window, reflecting his tired but slightly peaceful expression. Miwako drove the vehicle with focused eyes, but the smile on her lips revealed her inner relaxation.

"You know, Fujiwara, ever since you helped me find the murderer of the Chousilang case, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to thank you." Miwako said in a soft tone while controlling the steering wheel carefully.

Fujiwara leaned gently on the seat, folded his hands on his legs, turned his head slightly, and looked out the window at the fast-moving scene. "Miss Miwako, you solved the case yourself. It has nothing to do with me. You made me very embarrassed..." His words trembled slightly, making him look a little embarrassed.

When Miwako heard this, she briefly looked away from the road and turned to Fujiwara, her eyes firm and serious. "That's different," she paused and continued, "You helped me solve the pain in my heart. I will never forget this kindness in my life. If you have any difficulties, just ask." As she said, She turned back to look forward intently, pursed her lips slightly, and revealed a hint of determination in her eyes.

"No, I want to go back and sleep for a while..." Fujiwara said calmly, but leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to end the topic as soon as possible.

"Oh, I almost forgot, sorry..." Miwako suddenly realized her mistake, and she slightly stuck out her tongue, looking playful and cute in a self-deprecating manner.

The car became quiet again, with only the faint sound of tires rolling across the road. Fujiwara closed his eyes, leaned his head on the headrest of the seat, took a deep breath, and seemed to be trying to relax his body.

(End of this chapter)